There was no shortage of food on the way to escape, and the lucky lady was busy farming.

Chapter 33 Salt Baked Skewers
There had just been a war in the city, so there were not many people coming to eat. When the waiter saw that there were finally guests, he immediately ran over with the menu in hand.

"Guest officer, what do you want?"

Song Rutang looked at the menu and pointed to the boiled egg dish:
"Two boiled eggs, please. Can I use your kitchen?"

The waiter was a little stunned, but when he saw the five taels of silver that Song Rutang took out, he held back his "no" and said enthusiastically:

"Guest officer, please."

Song Rutang followed the waiter to the kitchen. The cook was sitting by the stove and taking a nap. When he saw someone coming, he wiped his apron and stood up, letting the waiter pull him out.

"What's going on? What are you doing?"

The cook rubbed his eyes and saw that the door was closed inside. He tried to push it but turned to question the waiter.

The waiter smiled happily, spread out his palms, with five taels of silver lying inside, and smiled at the cook:

"This young lady wanted to use our kitchen, so she gave her five taels of silver!"

The cook still wanted to speak, but he heard someone shouting:
"Please bring another stove and some wooden sticks. I will replenish the required expenses for you later."

"Hey, this little lady wants something strange, why does she need a furnace?"

The waiter shook his head and became a little curious:
"There is one in the store. Does this little lady want barbecue? I just saw her holding a bag with meat in it!"

The cook shook his head and took the waiter to get the stove:
"What's so delicious about that thing? It's small, tight and meaty. No one will eat it if you sell it for free. This little lady looks like she comes from a wealthy family to experience life. Naturally, she doesn't know how to save money. As soon as she comes up with it, she becomes a out."

The cook took the waiter to get the roasting stove and gave it to Song Rutang, who was cutting the meat at the moment.

Although the system provided recipes, knife skills were more or less a long-term job. She tried for a long time with the potatoes in the kitchen before she was able to cut them into thin slices.

When he was finally able to cut the potato slices to a suitable thickness with his knife, Song Rutang took the pork and cut it into slices.

I was thinking about cutting as much as I wanted, but then I thought about it. Not every time I have the opportunity to bring out the seasonings openly, I simply cut all the pieces of pork I brought, and then took out various seasonings from my backpack. , mixed the seasonings and marinated the meat.

It would take a long time for the meat to be marinated. Song Rutang tilted her head and saw a few potatoes and cabbage lying next to it. She simply cut them up, marked them with wooden skewers, and waited for them to be roasted later.

At this time, the eggs were already cooked. Song Rutang had nothing to do and brought the eggs to Yang Songlan.

"Sir, your hard-boiled eggs are ready."

Song Rutang made a joke, which shocked the waiter.

Hey, is this little lady here to steal his job?
Yang Songlan also smiled with her eyes bent, and took a hard-boiled egg and handed it to Song Rutang. Song Rutang shook his head and refused to eat.

"Mom, you eat and take care of yourself."

Yang Songlan was so moved that she refused several times. Under Song Rutang's resistance, she finally ate the two boiled eggs by herself.

After eating two eggs, she finally felt full, and her bowel sounds were no longer so severe. Yang Songlan cheered up and dealt with the waiter and cook's problems.

"Looking at your mother-in-law, you must come from a wealthy family. Why are you dressed in such a miserable state?"

Yang Songlan recalled the big mistake she made last time by speaking out loud, changed her words, and said with a smile:

"If I had any money, my husband had the landowner's son beaten to death and paid some silver. To avoid the trouble, we and I escaped. We suffered a lot from hunger along the way."

After hearing this, Song Rutang felt relieved and turned around, with some cold sweat on his forehead.She hated eggs the most, but in her memory, the original owner was a very fond of eggs. She almost said she didn't like eggs just now, but then she remembered this incident and quickly changed her words. Fortunately, Yang Songlan didn't notice the mistake. .

Turning back into the kitchen, the meat was almost marinated. Song Rutang skewered them on wooden skewers and roughly counted, there were about a hundred meat skewers and about sixty vegetable skewers.

After adding charcoal to the stove, Song Rutang opened the kitchen door to let out the air.

"Madam, are you really letting this little lady do what you want?"

Seeing this, the cook felt that it was against the law. He looked at the five taels of silver and saw that although he had earned a lot, the money could not fall on him and had to be given to the master. He simply began to care about the condition of the two women. .

Yang Songlan smiled, watching Song Rutang put the meat skewers on the stove to grill, and said confidently:
"My daughter is very good. She can eat whatever she wants."

"Yo, that's really cool."

The cook gave a perfunctory compliment, but he didn't quite believe it in his heart.

They had made barbecue before, but it was not delicious and no one bought it. The oven and hundreds of wooden skewers were all broken, and the shopkeeper was very angry at that time.

It's really strange. Let's see how well this little lady does. If she doesn't do well, just comfort her with a few words. She doesn't have to be as knowledgeable as a little girl.

Song Rutang put the kebabs on the shelf and sighed that chili peppers were not yet popular in this time and space. Otherwise, whether it was green pepper kebabs or ground chili noodles, they would add some flavor to the kebabs.

In the memory of the original owner, pepper noodles were also very expensive. Song Rutang thought about it and finally sprinkled a handful of salt particles on the grilled meat skewers.

The unauthentic but delicious salt-baked skewers were freshly baked. Song Rutang glanced outside and saw that the aroma had wafted out, and the people outside were looking at her eagerly.

She picked up one and took a sip.

Hot and fragrant!
Several people couldn't wait, so they came over one after another, picked up a few kebabs and started eating.

Yang Songlan was still good at eating, but the cook and the waiter didn't care about it. They took a bite of it and gave Song Rutang a thumbs up:
"Tender! Fragrant!"

Song Rutang saw that several people had been eating for a long time, but no one had any intention of betraying him. After thinking about it, he felt that it was not easy to say, so he said:
"Call your shopkeeper to come and eat too?"

"Hey, forgot about him!"

The waiter patted his head, took three skewers of meat and went to find the shopkeeper.

When I went upstairs, I saw the shopkeeper reading a book upstairs. He shouted:
"Look, shopkeeper, a young lady borrowed our kitchen and made such delicious meat skewers that I didn't even want to eat a bite, so she brought it to you right away."

Qin Yuming glanced at him lightly and saw that he was holding a meat skewer in his left hand and hiding his right hand behind his back to prevent him from seeing what he was hiding, indicating that he did not believe this statement at all.

If he could think of getting it first, that would be weird.

Feeling disgusted, Qin Yuming still put away the meat skewers and walked downstairs unhurriedly.

The cook ate a few skewers and then stopped eating. He was worried that after all, Song Rutang paid for it and it would be bad for him to eat it again, so he just kept his saliva and watched.

Yang Songlan only ate a few skewers and turned to the seasonal vegetable skewers Song Rutang grilled for her.

Song Rutang was afraid that Yang Songlan wouldn't be full after eating like this, so she asked the cook for some pancakes and baked them on the fire, and sprinkled them with salt, which gave them a nice flavor.

While they were baking, they heard a few claps coming from the stairs:
"Wonderful, really wonderful."

(End of this chapter)